I know that some of you already know that I can be stupid but here is more proof. Last night I had written out a whole, juicy blog finishing up the France leg of our trip and our getting into Germany. In my infinite wisdom I deleted the whole thing. Not the first time and it won't be the last. I also know that many of you can relate and understand how unmotivated you are to retype the whole flippin' thing. So, my backup blog is to link to some pix and give you the story behind them. OK? OK!
This is a movie going down the elevator from the 3rd to 2nd story on the Eiffel Tower. It was very cool!
As much as I hate to follow the crowd, I will admit to falling in love...with the Eiffel Tower.
The neighborhood bakery that makes the best sandwiches! You can see the proprietress watching these crazy American tourists.
The Orangerie Museum and Monet's water lily paintings. I never knew how huge they really were. He was suffering from cataracts when he painted them. So beautiful.
Castle in Sedan in the Champagne region of France. A small town where the castle is its only claim to fame- the largest medieval castle in Europe.
Hey! another castle! Remember, we don't have castles in America. This one is in Belgium, a few kilometers away from Ann-Flore's house. While there we were lucky enough to catch a falconry exhibition in French and Dutch.
Back in the French countryside with Ann-Flore. She took us to view WW II bunkers which made me think a lot about America and war, considering we haven't had one in our own back yard like Europe, literally.
Reims (pronounced "rance" as in "france") also has a beautiful Notre Dame cathedral. Smaller but feels much taller. Spent about 12 hours here waiting for the midnight bus to Munich. What do you do in a foreign town but join locals and other tourists for a drink! Tristian, sitting next to me in the pic, saw that Froody was online near Reims and offered to meet for a drink and dinner which we accepted. He was hosting a group of people from the Czech Republic as well. We left his flat around 11pm and found our bus stop.
Won't say much about that bus ride except that it did not sit well with my nor my stomach. :-( Anyway, got to Munich and caught a train to Landshut. A very crowded train. We went to this small town to meet this guy, Andres, who organized what is now the biggest slackline event ever! Andy graciously let us spend Friday and Saturday night in his flat where he was already hosting a group of slackliners from Austria including this guy, Bernie, who is absolutely amazing at what he calls the free-style line, a slackline that is set up with a lot of slack. Of course, we went so that Froody could do stuff like this. I had a good time, too, even though I am not a slackliner. But, by the end of the day I was able to get up on the smaller lines all by myself and take a couple of steps.
Well, there you have it. Remember, you can always check out all the pix by clicking on the album and date links above the photos.
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